When the current male protagonist wears ancient words

The shop is only about ten square meters on Monday, half of which is used for cooking and half for entertaining guests.There is a door and a window between the kitchen and the hall.

There are large characters written by Zhou Yi on the two walls, and on the left is——

eat.

Juicy and handsome, with a tactful brushstroke, it is full of tenderness and gracefulness.

On the right is——

Eat hard.

The strokes are chic, the pen is domineering, and the end is enthusiastic and unrestrained.

The frame was a red sandalwood frame that Biyun bought after measuring the size on Zhou Yichai. Although it was not the best quality, it was enough for his small restaurant.

The shop on Monday is small, and it was not ostentatious on the opening day. It only put up a sign at the door, and wrote "Half price for eaters, only for today".

To be honest, Zhou Zhou's handwriting is actually not as unsightly as he described, on the contrary, his writing is quite good.As for what Lin Han said can be fed to dogs, please refer to the attributes of Comrade Lin Han.

At the beginning, there were not many dishes available in the store, and there were more than a dozen signs on the door with the names of the dishes, and those that could not be opened were hung above the window between the kitchen and the hall, and there were only twenty dishes in total. .

But on the first day of opening, it attracted many customers with half the price. On Monday, the craftsmanship is superb, and there are many repeat customers. Coupled with the effect of spreading the word, the business has always been good.

Zhou Yi was very satisfied with this kind of life, and he began to suspect that the purpose of the author's letting him travel was not to disturb the foundation, but to come to support the ancients.

As the days passed, Zhou Yi gradually forgot that he was just a hard-working cannon fodder set up by a certain brain-dead author.

He watched people come and go in his shop every day, and listened to the guests' praise of his craftsmanship. He felt very satisfied, and thought that it would be good to continue like this in this life.

This day is bright and clear, the sun is shining brightly, and the wind is smooth.

In the middle of the afternoon, no one came to eat. Sitting in the hall on Monday, eating the leftover food sold at noon, he asked Biyun, "Biyun, it's getting hotter and hotter today. Is there any way to get rid of the heat?"

Biyun poured a cup of herbal tea for Monday and said, "There is, it's just..."

Zhou Zhou said: "It's just that only the damn rich can afford it?"

Biyun has followed Monday for more than a month, and has long been familiar with Monday's way of talking while running the train, nodded and said: "Yes, it is very expensive."

Zhou Yi shrugged and said, "What kind of thing?"

Biyun said: "It's mechanical, and it actually needs manpower to control it, but it's indeed cooler than a fan."

Zhou Yi nodded and said: "Understood, you reminded me, I think I can probably do it myself, it's not a difficult reason."

Hearing this, Biyun guessed that Zhou must have something new, so he happily asked: "Young master, what do you think, what do you want Biyun to do?"

Zhou Zhou said: "Let's ask for some wood, don't worry, what about your account? I'll first calculate yesterday's account."

Upon hearing this, Biyun turned around and took out the ledger from the drawer of the cabinet in the corner and handed it to Zhou Yi, "Master, we have made a lot of money, right?"

Zhou Yi nodded, "Yes, but I haven't made my money back yet. I think it won't be a problem for another one or two months. Now I should think about how to promote it. Although there are many customers every day, I still have time to spare."

Biyun nodded half-understood, and chatted with Zhou Yi.

At this moment, someone entered the store and asked, "Who wrote the writing on the wall?"

Its voice was clear and gentle, and when I heard it, I felt very comfortable, put down the tent in my hand, and said to the man: "I wrote it." When I looked up, I saw that the person who came was actually a very handsome young master. .

I saw that person was wearing a moon white tunic gown, the fabric looked very luxurious, the hem of the shirt was embroidered with delicate lavender peonies, and the waist was tied with carved dragon white jade, extremely rich.

He has a jade face with a smile, his brows are like distant mountains, his eyes are amorous and peachy, his nose is high and straight, not much worse than the Westerners he saw on Monday, his vermilion lips are lightly parted, revealing his white teeth.

Observing from top to bottom, Zhou Yi felt that this person was really good-looking, and compared to He Huan's appearance, he was absolutely not bad at all.It's just that He Huan's appearance always gives people a feeling of weakness and wanting to protect. This person is different. This person's eyebrows are like mountains, but he has a faint domineering arrogance.

Zhou Yi silently described it in four words in his heart: domineering side leakage.

The man said with a smile: "This young master's handwriting is really very individual."

Zhou Zhou said: "Young Master, you are very praised. I just write as I like. My shop specializes in all kinds of snacks. If you buy food, I can write some words to give to you."

The man said: "Earlier, I was attracted by the fragrance in this shop, so I would rather be respectful than obedient."

Zhou Yi nodded, and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat, young master, I'll make it right away."

The man was surprised, "You are the cook?"

Zhou Zhou said: "It's right here."

The man looked at Zhou carefully for a long time, unable to figure out how such a beautiful woman would come out to be a cook.

Zhou Yi is not in a hurry, he can tell that the person in front of him is a fat sheep, maybe the chance to make a fortune lies in this person.The small calculations in his mind were crackling, but the smile on his face became more and more sincere.

"I want this... um... eight-treasure rice?"

"No problem," Zhou Yi readily agreed, and asked again, "This is sweet, you don't mind, sir?"

The man nodded, "This... ahem, I like sweets, so you can do it."

On Monday, he nodded and went into the kitchen to make eight-treasure rice.

Eight-treasure rice was once eaten in a small hotel in Kunming when Lin Han took him on a trip to Yunnan. He liked it very much at that time, and Lin Han also found it delicious. After returning home, he learned this dish on Monday.

It turned out that Monday didn't like cooking much, because Lin Han was too demanding.However, it is very different now. He cooks for his livelihood and has to do it. After more than half a month, he found that he actually enjoys the process of cooking, and even more enjoys hearing those guests eat their meals. full of praise.

There were ready-made eight-treasure rice, but when he entered the kitchen on Monday, he found that the eight-treasure rice was sold out at noon, and he even forgot to make new ones.Although the glutinous rice has almost been soaked, it takes at least a quarter of an hour to make the eight-treasure rice.

I was apologetic, but still said to the people outside: "Young master, it will take at least a quarter of an hour for me to prepare this eight-treasure rice. I'm afraid you will be tired of waiting if you change the dish."

The man said: "It's okay, until... I have time today."

On Monday, I heard that at least I started to make eight-treasure rice.

Biyun took a pot of tea and filled it up for this handsome young man, saying: "Young master, please use tea."

The man thanked him with a smile, picked up the teacup and smelled it, only to feel that although the tea leaves were inferior, for some reason, there was an indescribable freshness.Somewhat puzzled, the man asked: "Girl, what's in this tea, it's so refreshing."

Biyun smiled and said: "This tea is brewed by my young master himself. If you want to know the secret, you need to ask my young master."

The man nodded, and suddenly became interested in the man cooking in the room, so he asked Biyun, "The guy cooking in there is your young master, right? What's his name?"

Biyun nodded, and said, "Yes, it's called Monday, the week that repeats itself, the one where everything is unified."

The man said: "It's an interesting name."

Biyun smiled and said, "My young master is also an interesting..."

"Biyun, come in and help!" Before Biyun could finish speaking, she was called in and had no choice but to say to the man, "Sorry, I have to help the young master, young master, please do what you want."

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Zhouzhuo Biyun came out with the plate of eight-treasure rice just out of the pot, followed behind, and said with a smile: "Young master, eight-treasure rice is here!"

After speaking, he raised his head and saw two tall but handsome men behind the nobleman, one with a cold face and the other bent over to say something to the man.

The handsome young man frowned slightly and said something. The tall man showed embarrassment, but he still nodded.

Biyun put the eight-treasure rice on the table and said, "My lord, please use it slowly."

The man looked normal now, and smiled at Zhou Yi: "Mr. Zhou, can you write for me now?"

Seeing that the man still remembered it on Monday, he smiled and said: "That's natural, a gentleman can't bring back ten cows!" Then he asked Biyun to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ink was readily available, so after Biyun laid out the paper, Zhou Yi picked up a pen and started writing.

However, after 3 minutes, the paper was still empty.

After thinking for 3 minutes on Monday, he still asked, "What words do you want me to write?"

The man said: "This eight-treasure rice is really delicious, sweet but not greasy, smooth but not oily, the taste can be described as unique."

Scratching his head on Monday, "Just write this sentence?"

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "No, Mr. Zhou will read and write."

Zhou Yi was slandered in his heart, and he hated this kind of thing, and made him think about it.

So, Monday did something bad, you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

With a swipe of his pen on Zhou Yi, he wrote a few big characters in a chic and unrestrained way. By the time he finished writing, the man had almost eaten, and the two tall men behind him seemed very anxious.

On Monday, Biyun was asked to hold up the paper for the young master to see.

As a result, several people saw words that they could not understand written on the paper——

Butterfly, Hayaku, and the only word they could understand on the whole paper: chrysanthemum.

The man managed to read these few words, and then asked Zhou curiously: "I'm sorry, may I ask Mr. Zhou what the meaning of 'Ya Yudie' and 'Ha Ya Ku' mean, and what does it have to do with 'chrysanthemum'?" ?”